Saturday, October 3, 2009

I walked out of our room, heading toward the office. It was early, about 15 minutes or so before the tardy bell rang.

I saw a little girl who is in first grade, facing a little boy, both of her hands holding his. I heard her say, "It'll be okay. I'll see you at recess."

Then she kissed him on the cheek, he smiled, and she told him he needed to go to his classroom. He turned to leave and she watched him walk down the hall.

I said, "Molly, is that your little brother?"

"Yes it is."

"Is he in kindergarten?"

"Yes, he's in Miss Fisher's room. He knows his way there."

"You are such a nice big sister, making sure that he gets there okay, and telling him you'll see him at recess."

She smiled at me, glanced toward him to make sure he turned down the hallway, turned around herself, and headed off to her room.

It was the sweetest thing to see this little girl taking care of her brother like that.

Molly isn't her real name, but she reminds me so much of Molly, the American Girl doll. She has glasses and long hair that she wears in braids sometimes, and her hair is the most gorgeous shade of red....not obnoxious red, just sort of a light brown red.